Flip Her
Grab your bitch flip your bitch boy you better watch her
I was in your bitch while you ran your pussy poppers
I was getting money stack that money like a whopper
I be playing chess while you niggas playing checker
I was getting more while yall settle for the lesser
Man your bitch so bad damn I'm sorry had to bless her
Trigga you ain't shit bitch I'm here it's a blessing
Try me lil nigga have you stretched out on a stretcher
Two times bitch I'm rich
Bust down on my neck
Bitch I like to flex
Make a bitch come fetch
I'm in love with money
Power and respect
I put that on my set
I dont turn my back
Momma on my ass cause her boy on go yea
When I hit the door she asking questions bout my doe yea
Young man selling dope can not stand the poor yea
Me and mine ain't broke if you think that you a joke yea
Woke up this morning no regret bout shit I did yea
Bitch I been the shit yea
Bitch I been shit yea
Been thuging since a kid yea
Pop you just like kids yea
I play a fig yea
Bitch my name is trig yea
Try me the you dead yea
I came off in this game with a dollar and a dream
I'm like Martin Luther king
Bitch I had a dream so I turnt up on the cream
Started serving all the feans
Filled that block with mable lean
Tucked that glock right in my jeans
I came off in this game with a dollar and a dream
I'm like Martin Luther king
Bitch I had a dream so I turnt up on the cream
Started serving all the feans
Filled that block with mable lean
Tucked that glock right in my jeans
I was in your bitch while you ran your pussy poppers
I was getting money stack that money like a whopper
I be playing chess while you niggas playing checker
I was getting more while yall settle for the lesser
Man your bitch so bad damn I'm sorry had to bless her
Trigga you ain't shit bitch I'm here it's a blessing
Try me lil nigga have you stretched out on a stretcher
Two times bitch I'm rich
Bust down on my neck
Bitch I like to flex
Make a bitch come fetch
I'm in love with money
Power and respect
I put that on my set
I dont turn my back
Momma on my ass cause her boy on go yea
When I hit the door she asking questions bout my doe yea
Young man selling dope can not stand the poor yea
Me and mine ain't broke if you think that you a joke yea
Woke up this morning no regret bout shit I did yea
Bitch I been the shit yea
Bitch I been shit yea
Been thuging since a kid yea
Pop you just like kids yea
I play a fig yea
Bitch my name is trig yea
Try me the you dead yea
I came off in this game with a dollar and a dream
I'm like Martin Luther king
Bitch I had a dream so I turnt up on the cream
Started serving all the feans
Filled that block with mable lean
Tucked that glock right in my jeans
I came off in this game with a dollar and a dream
I'm like Martin Luther king
Bitch I had a dream so I turnt up on the cream
Started serving all the feans
Filled that block with mable lean
Tucked that glock right in my jeans
Credits
Writer(s): Spencer Woodruff
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